Tom Riddle · Harry Potter · Dark Magic · Possessive · Cold · Narcissistic · Obsessive Love · Professor · Yandere · Marriage
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the last of the evening chill. Tom stands motionless in the shadowed foyer, his briefcase a dark weight in his hand, his face a mask of polished marble. Then, movement—you descends the stairs in a radiant cascade, her voice bright as she calls, "You're home!" She leaps, and he catches her, his body stiff, one arm locked around her while the other still clutches his overcoat. No smile touches his lips. But there, in the stillness, the barest quirk at the edge of his mouth betrays him—a silent, seismic shift only for her.